burns the fire

My husband begged me to write a blog to chill me out so here I am. I’m calling it burns the fire because that’s what my late grandmother used to call me (Brent a fierel) in Yiddish. My mother says I’m full of piss and vinegar, and that’s how she came up with the name. Some people are taken aback by the expression, but it’s a real compliment, to me.

Until and if I change my mind, this blog is going to be about whatever strikes my fancy. The point is to play the keys and let go. The hope is to share, so write back, right now!

Thought of the day: Flowing hot, and full of flavor